Personal Narrative-Lack Woods

I came to a clearing in the thick woods. I placed my hands on my knees, gasping for air. I dropped my backpack with the few belongings I had quickly gathered on the ground. Instantly my legs gave way from exhaustion leaving my lying on the pine needle ground. It was clam.
Why had I ran for so long anyway? It’s not like anyone would notice I was gone. As the second child of six I often went unnoticed. The little ones are always too busying getting in trouble, complaining, or looking for food, and my older brother is always off on his own anyway. Mother and Justin wouldn’t come home till late at night if at all and would be too drunk to see if we were all home. It was so quiet here, deep in the woods, which was not something I’m used to.